Mona

Life's good, friends are hard to find and now one of mine is dead
And things I should have said to her, I shall say to you instead
Oh, Mona, Mona, so much of you to love, a bit too much of you to take care of
Mona, Mona, you got too big to keep and too damn old to eat

When you were just a football at your mama's side
Reckon everyone figured you for a barbecue when you died
Here I'm thinking about you lying underground, pushing up a pine tree in my field
Oh, Mona, Mona, you can close your eyes, I've got a 12 gauge surprise waiting for you

Since the day she passed away everything's just the same
Everywhere I go somebody mentions her name
Sometimes it's easiest to tell a friend a lie, 'cause they don't understand the way I feel
Oh, Mona, Mona, so much of you to love, a little bit too much of you to take care of, so long

Now she's gone and I'm left alone, as you can see
Ever since I 'caused her death, well, I do miss her company